About Love

How do you write a poem about Love,!!
It cannot be caught and is beyond words power of depiction.
It has no place to be, all places are filled with Love.
Without Love would anything have any savor ?
Love is what joins, flows, counts, grows .. Love is what’s known.
Love is all around, is all about, is all we ask, is all we give, Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing, needs nothing
Love misses nothing, Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all about.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Every sense of lovers draw you a picture in my imagination as if your love is a prisoner in my heart , I am perplexed at the question of how to connect into the embrace of the cloud in your horizon,

you are so far away from the border and I am anxious to hold you tight, and fed with your mouth nectar.

New Start..

Disappointments, discouragement, discredit, failure and pressure
These are obstacles that we encounter through a journey of life, they cannot be escaped, like which runs through our veins, Like an illness with no cure; despair is the meaningful. 
It's never too late to start again.
Faith, forgiveness, happiness, honesty, hope, patience, trust, victory, prayers, worship and true love.
These devices fill the memory, rule the heart and guide the feet... The success is obtained subsequent to the storm of pain; they do not always guide the feet but the heart which hasn't the ability to give up when even faced with difficulty.
It's never too late to start to again.
We cannot change the direction of the wind but we can adjust the sails to always reach our destination, the journey is never the same as change sets in but It's never too late to start again.
My father once said, what lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters .. compared to what lies within us... now i start to understand and ..
It's never too late to start again.

Dose life start at the end

Dose life start at the beginning, or dose life start at the end.
For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend,
Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend.
Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end.
If wrongs a product of right, is right how we begin,
Dose life start at the beginning or dose life start at the end.
I’ve managed to escape the illusion,
That all ends lead to a conclusion.
I’ve been told 'both beginnings and ends,
It’s the middle where I aim my coercion.
Does the end start at the beginning, or does the end start as we end.
The end only justifies the means if the end is carefully planned.
To be placed in realities palace, as a servant, not a free man,
Means that rain cannot but splash our palm,
Unless we've asked before hand.
The illusion of lines and boundaries,
Is taught with no apologies,
Not through the vessel of lies,
It’s just done around the idea of destiny.

Game over

Love plays games.
Games so complex that it
ends up contorted,
twisted, torn and distorted,
so that it is unrecognizable
as Love.
It becomes
Dishonesty.
Anger.
Grief.
Even hate.
Love plays games.
Games that even confuse
Love itself.
It wears so many disguises,
takes so many different forms,
that it loses its own identity.
And is not Love
any more.
Love then cries.
Mourning the loss of it’s very being.
In it’s unbridled anguish,
Love goes on the rampage.
Tearing apart
the very heart
of itself.
And you.
But, in desperate times,
it re-emerges,
from behind it’s maimed mask.
And reveals it is still
Love in its entirety.
It is Love, just the same.
It is just Love, playing a twisted game.

Forgiven

Flower of flame

Bucket of light
Trees of people
Heart of stone
Smell of devil
Inside .. Out 
in the night everything is forgiven
in the dream everything is possible
in the dark everything is allowed
in the dawn everything is forgotten

Melodrama ..

The dark in my heart's shrieking it's neither another reason to run
nor other reason to smile, Just a hidden thoughts.. alas;
wish I could turn the time once again back to the past with you, I want to meet again silent and lonely replayed
again silent record
for while, past become present 
But it's so sad to say...
we can't fight for feelings, That no longer exist

Say you love me.

In this song once again we fight
defense our voices singing heartbreak song twilight
I chase you.. you run from me
I pull you.. you fight me back
playing melody on stage
slow and fast
low and high
you sing your chorus.. I sing mine ... the words are same but I can't hear you and you can't hear me .. two different range in one refrain
I trust you you know me well, we can see in each other eyes
but i won't give up you and you won't lose me too
this is my melody and your dignity
warm and charmed, soft and clear that is our melody
should to be.!
we have this song
we love this game
ask me again, challenge me
I only want your voice .. sing with me

Distance never separated lovers, silence .. did.

Silence is the ultimate of speaking
sometimes words are not enough
to emphasize our agony or ecstasy
but silence makes it in all its means
sometimes silence makes love
it sometimes cause to loose a love
silence controls anger; makes peace
happiness is the outcome of peace
silence creates the feel of solitude
solitary persons thinks a lot
thinking makes the man gracious
gracious world is the hope of tomorrow
silence keep the rhythm of speaking
modulate its waves and tempo
if we sounds it with competence
it will become a fabulous song!

forgive me..

In the heat of the moment a person can feel regret
I won’t apologize for what I went through
I do feel silly at what I said about you
Reading back on the past I laugh to myself
So dramatic and in despair I couldn’t see clearly
Now I can and it is beautiful flying high above the clouds I let my soul go
Anguish and pain and hate and resentment is lost in the wind
I'm flying high on the Wings of Forgiveness
I just want you to know
I’m sorry for the pain that you’ve gone through
I just want you to know
I wasn’t oblivious or mad at you
I was so blind with me that I could not see
I needed to forgive myself to forgive you I’m hoping you can do that too
There is nothing you need to cry about right now, Dry your eyes, Try to smile
Trust in me when I say true love can be found
I’m not scared to bleed one more time.
please.. forgive me.

Don't loose Yourself Inside

Sight, seeing, looking, gleaming
its all that a person can be
Listening, hearing, buzzing, silence
thats all a person may be
Talking, speaking, laughing, cheering
something many may do each day
Writing, noting, drawing, jotting
thats what people feel make their day
Being lucky to do all of this is an opportunity
Don't slack but push ahead
Do good for others and help each one.
Be a little selfish and care for yourself
You may care for others but don't forget
your Pride
Look up and Around but don't ever loose
Yourself Inside

I seek my tears price to be paid

If i could talk, i would tell you that i cared. I would try to say how I've never felt this way and no one else could make me feel like this..
If you weren't blind you'd see, just how much you mean to me, you don't even care while you're standing there.. Now I pray you stay by me forever to support me throughout my life and give me courage to move forward.. Its hard, hard to stay away
If i could talk, I'd tell you that with silence and patience I took the breather.. This hand of mine was tired to hold the same shield every time .. 
 If i could talk, i would tell you that if this is the time to hit
Lets the hunter become the hunted because the winner will be in God’s favor
Losing game ... Losing life ...
 If i could talk, i would tell you that now .. now I seek my tears price to be paid with your cold blue blood..! 
If i could talk, i would tell you that i forgive you not because I'm fool, coward or weak, but because i do love you..

Yesterday

Yesterday my living room wall began to talk to me and, naturally enough, a reply was obligatory. trying to make conversation, I remarked on the warm weather we enjoyed that time of year. This proved a mistake, however.
For, quite unaccountably, the paint started to fall in great white strips from off the wall.
Until the wall stood there gray and naked before me, revealed in its primal state, in all its plastered glory.
Unhappy at this development, I said out loud that I was a fool to expect any sense from nothing but a brick wall.
Its response was a stolid sort of a silence.' I could certainly tell It had taken offense.
And knowing that walls have ears and hurt feelings are hard to mend,  as it gave me its wall-eyed stare I felt I had lost a human.
And even though I took care when the cold weather came to my room paint it's over, things were never the same: 
Talking to the wall all the time now no sign does it evince that it's even listening. and it hasn't spoken to me since

Are you there.?

Are you there.? 
And do you still care.? 
Of course you are free .. To let it be or to talk to me
If you were to talk
And not to walk
I'm sure the conversation would provide some stimulation
Perhaps I have caught you at a bad time or perhaps you are offended by rhyme in either case I do not wish to offend
If I have, please could we pretend
As if it had never been
And that you had never seen
Such offensive verse
I do not wish to be terse
But won't you talk to me.!!

الايـــــام.

إن أحسست يوماً . . بأنك مرهق من ركض السنين
وإن ابتسامتك تختفي خلف تجاعيد الأنين
وإن الحياة أصبحت لا تطاق . .
إن شعرت إن الدنيا أصبحت سجنا لانفاسك وإن الساعات لا تعني إلا مزيداً من ألم الحنين
وإن كل شئ أصبح موجعا . . فارسم على وجهك ابتسامة من قهر واسكب من عينك دمـعـة مـن فرح .. واعلم انك من التاحين

 إن طعنك صديق أو احتلك الضيق
إن فقدت كل شئ جميل وتحطم طموح على كف المستحيل
افتح عينك للهواء و النور ولا تهرب من نفسك في الظلام . .
عد إلى النور واحضن عروقك المفتوحة وجراحك التي أصبحت تحتاجك كالباقين.. أشعرها بوجودك . . واشعر أنت بوجودها . . تعلم فن التسامح و عش بمنطق الهدوء ..
لا تجعل قلبك مستودعا للكره و الحقد و الحسد و الظلام . .
لا تـنظر إلى من حولك بأكثر من ابتسامة تجتاز المسافات . . و تخترق حواجز الصراع... ابتسم لهم . . رغم كل ما في قلبك من أوجاع . . فأنت اليوم هنا وغدا من المودعين .
احمل في قلبك ريشة ترسم بها لوحة يتذكرك بها الآخرون لا رصاصة . . تغتال بها كل ماذال يذكرك بالحنين
مسكين جداً أنت حين تظن إن الكره يجعلك أقوى . . و إن الحقد يجعلك أذكى . . وان القسوة و الجفاف هي ما تجعلك إنساناً محترماً
تعلم أن تضحك مع من معك . . و إن تشاركه ألمه و معاناته . . عـش معـه وتعايش به و تعلم إن تحتوي كل من يمر بك . .
لا تصرخ عندمـا يتأخر صديقك . .
ولا تجزع حين تفقد شيئا يخصك . .
تذكر إن كل شئ قد كان في لوحة القـدر . .
قبل إن تكون شخصا من بين ملايين البشر
إن غضب صديقك . . اذهب و صافحه و احتضنه . .
وان غضبت من صديقك . . افتح له يديك و قلبك . .
إن خسرت شيئا . . فتذكر انك قد فقدت اشياء . .
و إن فاتك موعد . . فتذكر انك قد تلحق موعــداً..
..مهما كان الألم مريراً ومهما كان القادم مجهولا . .
افتح عينك للأحلام و الطموح . . فغداً يوم جديد . .
و غداً أنت شخص جديد
لا تحاول إن تجلس و إن تُضحك الآخرين بسخرية من هذا الشخص أو ذاك . .
فقد تحفر في قلبه جرحا . . لن تشعر به . .
و صديقك يعيش به حتى آخر يوم من عمره . .
فهل على الدنيا أقبح من إن تنام . . و إن ينامون وصديقك . . يئن من جرحك ؟! !
و يتوجع من كلماتك ؟ !
كن قلباً و روحاً تمر بسلام على الدنيا . . حتى يأتي يوم رحيلك . . إلى الآخرة . . فتجد من يبكي عليك من الأعماق . . لا من يبكي عليك . . بحكم العادات و التقاليد . . و لا تدري . . متى يكون الرحيل . . ربما يكون اقرب من شربة الماء . . أو اقرب من أنفاس الهواء
وبالتأكيد . .
سترى إن الحياة يمكن إن تكون جميلة حتى في عز الألم . . و في وسط المعاناة . . ستجد إن ابتسامة ما 

تخرج من أعماقك . .
تخرج من زحمة اليأس و المرارة . .
تخرج من صميم الذات . .
عندها ستتذكر , , كم أنت إنسان رائع.
تحياتى

Lighthouse..

Such as lighthouse.. It never moves to help any boat from drowning.. It's just stand alone... light glow, shine for to lead they to the shore.. No less no more.. While it's barely stand up against all those crashing waves ... What a pity life.!!

This.. Is my life.

O.. there it is again, i'm down on my knees, with my head in my hands, I stumble to my feet weaker then before, my head hurting, ears ringing and my spine killing. I can see the light in the darkness that surrounds my life knowing that I will never reach it in time.
My body is so weak and so thiny, I find it hard to breath some times, the pain it hurts so much sometimes I think i'm dieing, my head is so full of noise so loud.. O, it's going to explode.
I feel so alone in this world of mine, walking around like a vanishing shafow, if only I didn’t build so many walls but some people build them to keep people out, and some to see who cares enough to try and knock them down…
it's coming… I can feel it, it starts in my neck then down my spine…then Bang it shoots back up into my head then whack, i'm down on my knees shouting… o God.. why me…please.!! 
the stars in my eyes blind me and the noise in my head deafens my senses, I cant breath... Is this the end…..? 
slowly I come around, I crawl toward the light, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
I can't describe this feeling inside, lost and confused, alone and unique, just to try and name a few.
I feel sick, oh so sick why all this happiness to me.!
I collapse to the floor in a heap, to weak to carry on, just wishing I was dead.
As I lay there can't even crying in intense pain all I can see and hear is my kid smiling faces saying I love you daddy…
what remains of my heart sinks even deeper into stomach, making me sick.
I'v got to get up and keep moving, if not or me then for my little angles…i'v got to find my lost strength.
my hearts is beating faster then the time before, as I try to stand up I collapse…i'm so weak…
I finely find my feet thou still wobbly I carry on, i'v got to keep fighting…i'v got to be a survivor not a failure for my family.
I wouldn’t wish this feeling the worst person in this wicked world we all share.
I know it won't belong till it comes back around, so i'v got to keep moving to make up some ground. Cold and alone, with no confert in site. So, this is my life, and this is were i'm shore i'm destend to stay hoping to reach that distent light some day.
this is just one grain of sand on a beach, called my life…this is me….this is my true life.

Alas.. If dogs can talk..!!!

If dogs could talk what would they say? 
Maybe, hey you come let's play, go grab the ball and the frisbee lets play a game just you and me.
Maybe they'd say don't leave me out here, I want to be with you, close and near, I don't want to be tied to this chain, Will you bring me inside out of the rain? 
What would a dog say on being a stray.. Maybe hey you I've lost my way, I'm hungry and thirsty and lonely too... Hey maybe I can come home with you? 
The dog in a shelter must have alot to say.. What did I do to end up this way, can you take me home and give me a name... I once had a family, this just isn't the same
I don't want to fight, a dog once said, All I want is a nice soft bed, It hurts to fight and be ripped apart, why don't we make a brand new start.
A major discussion goes on everyday, Why oh why are we stuck in this cage, Will you leave us go and let us be free, This isn't right, why can't you see.
So, if dogs could talk what would they say.!!!
They'd say I love you and with me you could play, we'll go for walks and relax in the sun, now wouldn't all that be such fun but they can't talk, but look in their eyes, those eyes say more than one can surmise, they're devoted and loyal and oh so true...
All they want is to be with you.

Our minds..

One thing, important and rare, which cannot be found everywhere,
we need it every-time, to have a happy and nice time, 
when it is here we don't care, we make it go away,
then again we want it to come, when so difficult it has become,
A necessity of old, young and child, it's absence makes us wild,
We can neither avoid, nor ignore it, for it makes the candle of happiness to lit,
WWe have to achieve at any cost, otherwise everything would be lost, 
Now i would like to remind, that the thing is peace of mind

At the heat of the night

At the heat of the nights .. I wonder 
Who rubs now your shoulder..!!
Will you miss me when you are older..?
Will you think of me then..?
Will you remember when..!
With me it was less colder..?